Pray for me
I was in the waiting room at an airport in Surabaya, when a young woman approached me. She asked if I was from Kupang, West Timor. She said I seemed familiar. Well, I have never met her before. She introduced herself as an athlete representing the province of NTT, going to a National Amateur Boxing Championship.
A lady boxer, that was interesting. Then when she found out that I was a minister, she asked me to pray for her.
“Here?”, I asked.
“Yes, please,” she answered, “and please see if I would win any medal or not.”
Wow. She wanted me to prophesy for her. So I prayed and said, if you do your best, you can at least make it to the semifinals.
I wasn’t prophesying. I was just encouraging her. Even if I had the ability to see her future, I wouldn’t tell her. If I had seen that she would win, I would make her over confident, and what If I had seen that she would lose in the first round?
Well, good luck young lady. However, you were representing my hometown.
Sam-el Ladh
